Okay, this past week illustrated just how much I need to get back on bcps. My period decided to kick in three weeks late (hey, the fact that it came AT ALL when I haven't been on bcps for months is a plus). I've decided it likes holidays; this time, it was Cinco de Mayo, last time, it started on St. Patricks Day. :-P

Anyway. Sunday and Monday, I had a very, very bad episode. It was about as bad as when I was on wheat all the time; Matt and I kept going back over what I'd eaten to see if there was any way wheat got in. Nothing. I had to leave meeting early on Sunday because I was trying to scratch the skin off my arm, and I couldn't handle a medium-sized gathering of friends. Just wasn't working. Monday, I actually had to leave work early because I could NOT get my arms to behave and get my hands to do what I needed them to. I kept clawing at my skin, pulling at my hair, and just felt myself spiralling out of control. I don't like those episodes; they scare the living daylights out of me because I know that is NOT normal.

The reasoning was made evident to me around midnight Monday/Tuesday, when an invisible sadistic clown invaded the house and used my uterus to make balloon animals. "I had cramps" is the understatement of the year. I lived on Advil Tuesday, when I wasn't falling victim to the practical jokes of my digestive system (when I have my period, the rest of my body decides not to work right). Every five to ten minutes, it'd tell me, "You've gotta go, NOW!" So I'd get to the bathroom, and "Hmm, nope, just kidding! Nothing, not even gas! Ha ha!!" Wait ten minutes, repeat. But can't ignore it, just in case it's not a joke this time. At least this job doesn't track my bathroom time.

Wednesday, still cramping.

Thursday, the hormone headache hit. Three aspirin, two Excedrin Migrane, and it at least took the edge off the pain so I could work.

Finally, it started easing up yesterday. But the damage was done, and I am wiped out from this week.

But still, I kept reminding myself, as much as I hate having my period, I'd hate most of the alternatives more.

...and Scott Kurtz, and Heather, the receptionist at Matt's work.

Fine. You win. After I get through the three movies I have out now (Secretary, Cheaper By The Dozen, and Something's Gotta Give), Netflix will be sending me Firefly. Honestly, I wanted to watch it when it aired, but I had no cable. And the Fox station came in with a generous overlay of snow. So I didn't get to see Dark Angel on the first go-round, either.

In other news, my neck still hurts where it pulled on Monday, my hip still hurts where I popped it a month ago, and I'm not looking forward to taking my pill in half an hour. If I'm still in miserable condition next week on Matt's day off, I'm breaking down and going to Urgent Care.

Oh, and my car's dead. Matt tried jumping the battery last night, but it wouldn't pull the charge. It did that before, a few years ago. I ended up getting a new battery. He thinks given more time, he can get it to start. We'll see.

Having updated the layout here, now I'm really getting the urge to go update the Castle, at least getting rid of the heavy, oppressive black/white/red color scheme. But I don't know where I left my FrontPage.

In other news, yesterday I stretched at my computer and something in my neck/upper back area went "sproing!" Not a good feeling. Now I have a bad hip and a bad neck/upper back. Makes finding a comfortable position not easy, to say the least. Sigh. My warranty seems to have expired, and I'm only 27! Sort of wish we had the spare cash so I could go to Urgent Care, at least for the hip, since that's a month now it's been wonky.

Reservations are a go! We have a hotel room for convention. Oh, it's going to be nice, not having to get up and on the road at 6 am every day like we did last year. Hotels are always a novelty for me. We never really stayed in them when I was a kid. We always camped or stayed with relatives. I've only been to hotels six times, I think, including our wedding night/honeymoon, and that was a B&B. We lucked out, in that a friend of the sister I study with decided to just go to the ASL convention rather than that one and our convention, too, so she didn't need her room, and we could get it switched over to our name.

Took three Motrin for the neck. Honestly, all the doc at Urgent Care would do for it, probably, would be either give me a prescription for MegaMotrin, or tell me to take three or four regular Motrin at a time.